Democrats Push Back on Trump’s Claim Iran Possesses Tomahawk Missiles 📲🔥
Senate Democratic Leader Blasts Trump’s ‘Iran Tomahawk’ Claim, Demands Probe Into Deadly School Strike
Senate Democratic leader Chuck Schumer sharply rejected claims by Donald Trump that Iran could have been responsible for a deadly missile strike on a girls’ school using a Tomahawk missile, calling the statement “absurd” and demanding an independent investigation.
Speaking on March 11, Schumer criticized Trump for suggesting that Tehran might possess Tomahawk missile and could have used it in the attack.
“Donald Trump said Iran’s Tomahawk missile carried out the strike on a girls’ school that killed 170 people, many of them children,” Schumer said. “Iran doesn’t have Tomahawk missiles, Donald Trump. That claim is ridiculous.”
The attack devastated the Shajarah Tayyebeh Girls’ Elementary School in Hormozgan province on February 28, the same day the United States and Israel launched airstrikes against Iran. The missile strike destroyed the school and killed at least 175 people, most of them students.
Iran quickly blamed the United States, displaying missile fragments recovered from the scene.
One piece reportedly carried the marking “SDL ANTENNA,” a component linked to satellite data communication systems used in the latest Tomahawk missile variants. Identification numbers on the fragment allegedly show the part was supplied to the U.S. military under a 2014 procurement order.
Another fragment displayed by Iranian state media bore the label “Globe Motors – Made in the USA.”
Despite the evidence presented by Tehran, Trump said on March 9 that Iran “also has some Tomahawks” and suggested the possibility that Iranian forces might have been responsible for the strike. However, he did not provide any proof.
Military analysts note that Tomahawk cruise missiles are sold only to a small group of close U.S. allies, including Japan, Australia, United Kingdom, and Netherlands. Public defense records show that neither Iran nor Israel is known to possess the weapon.
Schumer accused Trump of making reckless statements without regard for facts.
“Once again, he says whatever comes to mind, no matter what the truth is,” Schumer said. “We’re used to the lies, but when it comes to something this serious, it’s horrifying. Not a single other official in the administration — not even Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth — has made this claim.”
The Senate Democrat is now demanding a full, independent, and transparent investigation into the school strike to determine exactly what happened and why so many civilians lost their lives.
Schumer also warned that Trump’s approach toward Iran could have serious economic consequences. He pointed to Iran’s move to block the Strait of Hormuz, a critical global oil route, which has already triggered sharp increases in oil and gas prices worldwide.
“Trump just says, ‘If prices go up, they go up — it doesn’t really affect us,’” Schumer said. “Maybe billionaires like him don’t have to worry about it. But for the rest of Americans, this conflict with Iran could mean rising inflation.”
Schumer further called on Trump, Defense Secretary Hegseth, and Secretary of State Marco Rubio to testify publicly before Congress and explain why U.S. forces are once again fighting and dying in the Middle East.
So far, Trump and senior administration officials have not responded directly to Schumer’s remarks. The president has stated that the United States “has won” in Iran, but acknowledged that “there is still more work to be done.”
The 12-day conflict has already taken a heavy toll. Nearly 2,000 people have died, including more than 1,300 in Iran and over 600 in Lebanon. On the U.S. side, eight American soldiers were killed and about 140 wounded, with eight suffering critical injuries.
With tensions still high, the tragedy has sparked a growing global question: Who was truly responsible for the deadly strike — and what happens next? 🚨
Forty-Eight Hours After Our Wedding, My Husband Slapped Me And Called It Family Tradition—But The Hidden Camera Was Never His
Forty-Eight Hours After Our Wedding, My Husband Slapped Me And Called It Family Tradition—But The Hidden Camera Was Never His
The first humiliation arrived before breakfast.
The first slap arrived seconds later.
His palm cracked across my face with enough force to whip my head sideways. The sound ricocheted through the luxury kitchen, bouncing off marble walls and polished glass until even the humming espresso machine seemed to fall silent.
No one moved.
Sunlight spilled across the stone floor, catching the diamonds on my wedding ring as my husband slowly lowered the hand he had just used to strike me.
Forty-eight hours earlier, that same hand had slipped the ring onto my finger while promising love, respect, and a lifetime of partnership.
Now it trembled with anger instead.
The white roses from our wedding still filled silver vases throughout the lake house. Half-empty champagne flutes remained on the terrace overlooking the water. My wedding gown still hung untouched upstairs because some part of me wasn't ready to believe that my marriage had ended before it had truly begun.
My crime?
I had politely asked Graham's younger sister to place her dirty smoothie glass in the dishwasher instead of abandoning it on the marble countertop.
Avery Whitaker smiled as though I had just entertained her.
Without breaking eye contact, she picked up the glass, tilted it deliberately, and let thick green smoothie spread across the spotless white floor.
"There," she said sweetly. "Since you love giving instructions, start by cleaning that."
The sting on my cheek burned.
The taste of blood settled quietly against my tongue.
But humiliation has a strange gift.
Sometimes it doesn't break you.
Sometimes it strips away every illusion.
Across the breakfast table, Patricia Whitaker calmly lifted her porcelain teacup as if watching a weather report instead of witnessing her son assault his wife.
Not surprise.
Not concern.
Not a single word asking whether I was hurt.
Only approval.
Her husband, Warren, folded his financial newspaper with visible annoyance, like someone irritated that family drama had interrupted a peaceful morning.
"You'll learn," Patricia said smoothly. "Women who marry into this family don't correct Whitakers under our own roof."
Graham stepped closer until only inches separated us.
His voice dropped into the controlled tone abusive people mistake for authority.
"You're my wife now, Claire. You're not running boardrooms anymore. You don't tell my sister—or anyone in this family—what to do."
I brushed my thumb across the corner of my mouth.
A thin streak of blood stained my fingertip.
Then my eyes drifted past him.
Toward the small black security camera mounted beside the pantry.
Patricia noticed immediately.
A quiet laugh escaped her.
"Don't embarrass yourself," she said. "Every camera in this estate belongs to us."
I looked directly into her eyes.
"No, Patricia."
I paused just long enough for every heartbeat in the room to become audible.
"They really don't."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Not because they understood.
Because they sensed they should.
Graham grabbed my wrist hard enough to leave pale fingerprints.
"What did you just say?"
Without raising my voice, I slipped free, removed my wedding ring, and placed it carefully beside the puddle of green smoothie.
"I said," I answered evenly, "you made the mistake of believing I was powerless."
Avery laughed, but confidence had already begun leaking from her voice.
"Oh, please. Dramatic speeches don't scare anyone."
Two days ago these same people had embraced me beneath an arch of white flowers overlooking the lake.
They called me family.
They called me a blessing.
They toasted to respect, loyalty, and new beginnings.
The performance ended the moment the wedding guests drove away.
Graham insisted we spend our first week at the Whitaker estate so I could "learn how this family works."
He encouraged me to ignore my office, silence every work notification, and dedicate myself completely to becoming a Whitaker.
He believed I was stepping away from power.
What he never realized...
...was that power had quietly walked into his family long before the wedding ceremony began.
For more than ten years, I had built my career studying families exactly like this.
Families that disguised control as tradition.
Cruelty as discipline.
Fear as loyalty.
Families convinced that wealth placed them beyond consequences.
Slowly, I reached into my cardigan pocket and removed a second phone.
Not my personal phone.
Not the one anyone had ever seen.
The encrypted device unlocked beneath my thumb.
For the first time all morning...
Graham looked genuinely afraid.
